Dear Africa

Oh Africa, it pains me to think back on your beautiful country. I recall the bountiful fruits and vegetables, yet people your people are starving to death. Your country is proof of how devisating greed can be. Gods wrath screams from the ditches were babies are thrown away with no hope. famine, drought, and pleagues . What a price, God , Africa needs your grace.



Oh Africa, I think of the children playing, their beautiful bright smiles, teeth as white as snow. Musungu, Musungu, I can still hear their happy greetings.Your peoples deep, brown eyes told stories. Their gentelness and love pierced my heart with a valuable jewel that I will forever carry with me.



Oh Africa, how I miss the sight of bannana trees that lined so many a feild. People holding in to each other, where love is free for the taking. children running,playing, laughter filled the air. How on earth could these aids ridden kids be so care free? I can't fathom the hardships your people suffered through centuries of drought, famone and displacement.



Oh Africa, we come to your land to bring you truth. Acrossed many countries we traveled to bring back your word, the word that began there. The land cries out and God whispers to us. Through the centutries his language has been lost. We became Gods instruments that played the most beautiful melody. As a group of string instruments he pulls us one by one. The children here his music and sing along.


Africa, God's land, Gods people you've forever changed me.

Uganda day 1

We boarded the plane for Africa. I'm undecided if my nerves are from my fear of flying or going to the one place i have always wanted to go... Africa.I settled in quite nicely after a couple of benadryls. a 4 hour nap does the body good, I awoke to the most fabulous sun rise I had ever seen. Red and orange consumed by a big red sun. I had a front row seat to one of Gods most wondrous creations.Thank you Lord for that window seat beside Gunilla. We landed and got off the plane to 85 degree weather. Which was much appreciated after leaving a nor'easter in Maine.
We waited patiently in line for our pass ports to be stamped,loaded a bus and headed to our guest house. My eyes must have been as big as saucers, as I was hanging out the window trying to process everything my eyes were seeing. The city was so crowded, so many motor cycles with two,three people on one bike. 4 lanes of vehicles weaving in and out sporadically. people walking in the road. children dirty and obviously hunger stricken. Vender's on both sides of the street selling food,clothes,furniture,live stock. It began to all over whelm me and even frighten me. The bible clutched tightly in my hand, I kept reminding my self Where God guides , God provides. I saw a man with such non expressive look and he was glaring at me so I waved and what do you know it was the biggest smile I think Iv ever seen. What a relief to see him wave back to me . They don't hate us I whispered. We arrived at a cute little guest house that over looked Kampala. What a sight, you could see the whole city and a panoramic view of the mountains.Wow Africa your beauty is puzzling. day 1